Elijah #5
“Mr. Annoyed and Possessive, especially against assholes who treat people like pieces of meat,” I said, turning to find that the guy was drifting over, being completely obvious.
I glared at him, and when he stopped, giving me a curious look, I raised the bird and gestured for him to go away.
He shot me a dirty look and scowled harder when Milo barked with laughter, and I didn’t have to look over my shoulder to know he was giving the guy the bird too.
The asshole’s face twisted into an even dirtier look, and he turned to march back to his friend.
“Clearly, being an asshole back to him is the only way to make him behave.”
Milo laughed again, his hand resting on my lower back. “I love it when you get all indignant and righteous. Doesn’t happen often, but it’s always a treat.”
“I’m so glad you approve,” I said, watching to make sure that when the guy got back to his buddy, the two didn’t decide to approach us anyway.
I knew damn well that embarrassing someone in public, especially in front of someone they knew, was a gamble, but it was the only way to make the guy back off.
Once I was sure he was staying right where he was, I turned and nodded toward the locker room.
“Come on. He’ll probably leave us alone now, but the last thing we need is to give him a bigger show. ”
I could see the guy moving toward the opposite end of the gym, and I took that as a sign we would be left alone now. Milo was still chuckling as I walked toward the locker room.
“What’s making you happy right now? That I told the guy to fuck off?” I asked with a roll of my eyes as we walked into the apparently empty locker room. Not that I was surprised, we had spent enough time people watching to know we were alone for now.
“I mean, yeah, it’s always funny when you lose your temper and end up being the ‘bad guy,’” he said with a chuckle as we approached our lockers. “But the fact that you were jealous makes it all the better.”
“First of all,” I said, yanking open my locker, dragging out my shower bag, setting it down on the bench behind me, and grabbing my towel. “I was not jealous.”
“Uh-huh, and what would you call it?”
“I’d say I don’t care if people look at you or want you. If they’ve got two functioning eyes and a halfway decent brain, they’re going to want to fuck you.”
“I mean...some people aren’t into guys.”
“Neither was I until I was, and you’re to blame for that, so hell, maybe you could be the blame for someone else’s awakening. Which again, don’t care. Maybe I even like that they look at you and want to fuck you, but can’t.”
He paused, looking over at me. “And why can’t they?”
“Because…” I began and stopped, glaring at him.
We hadn’t made anything official, so trying to make a claim on him, even if there were no witnesses, didn’t feel right.
At the same time, I could see the eagerness in his face and knew he was waiting for me to say the words.
I didn’t know if it was like his love of having me come inside him as a marking of territory thing, or if he specifically wanted me to claim him.
“Because?”
I scowled at him. “Really?”
“Hey,” he said with a shrug and turned slightly away. “That’s fine, but I had to try, right?”
“Look,” I said with a sigh, kicking my shoes off, then yanking my socks off.
The motion made him look at me as I slipped on my flip-flops.
Once I was sure he was looking, I hooked my fingers into the band of my shorts and yanked them down, letting go of them so they pooled around my feet.
The unhappy look on his face dropped immediately as he stared at me.
“Is that...?” he began, eyes sweeping over me, unable to decide if he wanted to stare at my ass that was bare save for the straps circling the underside or the pouch hugging the living shit out of my dick, making a shameless display of my bulge.
“The jockstrap you gave me as a joke? Yeah.”
“Fuck, I didn’t know you still had that.”
“Well, clearly I do. I’ve worn it occasionally but thought I might try it again today.”
“Well, it’s definitely got me looking.”
“Yeah?” I asked, twisting this way and that so he could get a good look from both angles. “Which part are you looking at the most?”
“Fuck if I know,” he said in a low voice that told me I had his complete attention. “But, uh, you’d better put all that away before I forget we’re in public.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, bending over and picking up my shower bag and towel from the bench. “That’s a shame.”
“Oh, holy fuck,” he groaned as he was given an eyeful. “What is wrong with you?”
“Several things, I’m sure,” I said. “But hey, just figured I’d give you a little pick-me-up after all the hard work you put in today. I’m going to shower.”
“Son of a bitch,” he hissed as I stepped away, and I wasn’t surprised when I felt him behind me, his arms winding tight around my middle, drawing me back. “Like hell, hold on.”
“I thought we were in public?” I wondered innocently as I felt the bulge tenting the front of his shorts pressing against my ass.
“We’re the only ones in here and the door to the locker room squeals loud enough for a haunted house,” he grumbled in my ear before running his tongue along the back of it.
“But if you think for one minute you’re going to make a show of yourself and I’m just going to stand around like an idiot and do nothing, you’re wrong. ”
“Well, maybe,” I began, reaching behind to yank the front of his shorts down.
His cock flopped out, slapping lightly against my skin before he pushed forward, grinding it between my ass cheeks.
“I was hoping you’d forget we’re in public.
And maybe I’d thought about something like this well before now and waited until the mood struck me. ”
“Oh God,” he groaned, continuing to grind against me as he reached down to push his fingers into the pouch of my underwear to stroke my dick.
The one negative thing about the underwear was how uncomfortable it became when I got hard.
The thing was not made to hold an erection comfortably, but the feel of his hand wrapping around my dick definitely made it better. “I want to fuck you so much right now.”
“Yeah?” I asked softly, knowing he was right, we would know someone was coming in long before they could see us, but that didn’t mean I wanted my voice to carry into the main room. “I guess you made up your mind what you were staring at the most.”
“It’s you,” he hissed, pushing my dick out of the pouch and stroking it further as he continued to grind against me. “There isn’t a part of you I’m not constantly staring at and want my mouth on.”
“Even my feet?”
“Okay, most of your body is something I stare at and want to put my mouth on.”
I chuckled. “Okay, but first things first, I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” he asked, clearly intrigued but also happy to keep grinding against me and fantasizing about his dick not being outside my ass.
“Sit,” I told him, turning around to push him toward the bench.
The gym always stocked fresh towels in the locker rooms in case someone needed to shower but had forgotten theirs.
I took one and dropped it on the floor before him.
The gym was clean, but that didn’t mean I wanted to risk kneeling on a dirty floor, well, and I didn’t want my knees getting fucked up on the hard tile.
“Holy shit,” he groaned as I knelt before him, holding onto one of his knees while I gripped the base of his cock. “Really? Here? Like this?”
“Like what?”
“In that goddamn underwear.”
I peered up at him, squinting. “Did you give me these as a gag or because you liked the idea of me wearing them?”
“Both!”
I chuckled and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, making him groan, his leg jerking in surprise. Once, after he’d topped me and he’d held me roughly the whole time, Milo had expressed surprise about how well I had taken to everything.
“What do you mean?” I’d asked, a pleasant ache in my ass and a feeling of comforting warmth radiating through me from the sex.
“Just...” he’d begun almost nervously as he ran his fingers up and down my stomach. “I mean, it was a little weird that you took to doing stuff with another guy so well. But it’s just...you really took to the whole bottoming thing and like...other things.”
“What...what other things?”
“Things like...I don’t know. It’s not just that you’ll bottom, you let me take control when I’m the one topping.
You don’t hesitate to get on your knees and suck me off like you did last night in the shower and just..
.I don’t know, the kind of stuff that a lot of straight guys would think of as. ..womanly. You know?”
I had known what he meant and snorted, wrapping my hand around his thigh and squeezing.
“I’m not going to get into details here, but I promise you, I’m not against letting my partner take control, and I’m not going to get hung up on what’s manly and what’s not.
We’re two guys having sex, enjoying the living hell out of that sex.
That’s inherently manly, right? What do I care what Keith, the future washed-out frat boy, says?
If getting on my knees to suck you off and make your toes curl is going to get the job done, then I’m going to do it.
I’m not getting hung up on stupid shit like that, especially not with you. ”